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Bury Me In My Jeans
"I've rode the range now fer nigh on sixty years, Brandin' dogies and ropin' them wily Hereford steers. When I come to the end of the trail, I don't want no big scenes. Boys, jes' wrap me in my hoss's blanket and bury me in my jeans!" "I don't want you fellers carryin' on and bellerin' when I'm gone. Jes' say a few kind words, git back in the saddle and carry on! Think of me now and then when you're chewin' yer bacon and beans. 'Jes promise me you'll wrap me in a blanket and bury me in my jeans!" "Promise me you'll take good care of my faithful hoss, Old Dan, And let him tag along on roundups on the range when you can. I love cowboyin', but boys you know I ain't a man of means. Jes' wrap this poor old soul in a blanket and bury me in my jeans!" "Buck, you kin have my scruffy boots and old sweat-stained hat. Rusty, you take my saddle - Red, you kin have my 44-caliber gat. Them's my worldly goods 'cept fer these jeans that's worn to smithereens, But promise me you'll wrap me in a blanket and bury me in them jeans!" "I'd like to be planted on that knoll yonder 'neath that ponderosa pine. If you kin scare up a preacher to send me on my way, that'll do jes' fine. I've been a cowpoke since I was fourteen - I reckon it's in my genes. Boys, promise me you'll wrap me in a blanket and bury me in my jeans!" Entry for Line Gauthier's "Cowboy Poem Contest"
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